Suddenly though, he stops, and Tracie realizes she is sorry. "Oh my god," she thinks, "I *want* him to do this." She watches as he moves to the end of the table. He reaches up and unbuttons and unzips her shorts and pulls them down swiftly. Tracie's fear returns somewhat, but she's shocked that it's not nearly as strong as before. As he runs his finger up her slit through the silky fabric of her panties, all thoughts are driven from her mind. She's weak with desire for him. He takes her legs and moves them apart further and then runs his fingertips up her inner thighs, stopping at the elastic of her panties. He places his hands under her bottom and scoots her to the very edge of the table. He again sits in the chair and begins to run his tongue up the length of her inner thigh. Tracie begins trembling again, but for an entirely different reason. When he reaches her panties this time, he doesn't stop. He points his tongue and licks his way up her slit, from her opening to her already-hard clit. The sensation of his tongue licking her though her panties is so tantalizing! He nibbles at her clit through the fabric for a minute, and Tracie almost comes immediately. "Oh, no...not yet...not by far, baby!" he says.
"I have to see that sweet pussy, Tracie." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down over her ass, pushing her legs together so he can remove them completely. "Oh, wow, you are so gorgeous!" He spreads her thighs apart again and lets his hands remain in place near the top of each one. He just admires Tracie's well-trimmed bush for a minute, a slight smile on his face. She feels so vulnerable under his gaze, spread open to him and helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wants to her. But the feeling is not unpleasurable; in fact, it's highly arousing, and Tracie feels her hips begin to move a little, seemingly of their own accord. She's straining toward the stranger, hungering for his touch on her tingling pussy.
The man does not fail to notice Tracie's desire, and he teases her by making her wait another moment for what she wants. Soon, his own desires get the best of him though, and he leans down so that his mouth is mere inches from Tracie's wet slit. He only plants a small kiss on her lips, though, then stands again. He removes two more scarves from his pocket and ties each of Tracie's ankles to a table leg. She's now bound spread eagle on the table, totally exposed to the stranger and anything he chooses to do to her. As he sits back down in the chair, Tracie realizes that she's eagerly awaiting his next move. "God," she thinks, "what's wrong with me? I want this man so badly!"
Soon her full attention is again focused on the sensations the stranger is giving her, as he begins to run his fingernails up the inside of her thighs. As he bends his head once more to her already-wet cunt, he looks up and makes eye contact with Tracie. He looks deep into her eyes as his tongue makes contact with her slit, just running up the length of it. Tracie can see the desire in his eyes, and she knows that he can see the same thing in hers. She moans softly again, partly from arousal, partly from confusion. As the stranger traces her outer lips with his tongue, Tracie can't take the eye contact anymore and she closes her eyes. The stranger smiles a little; he's seen this happen many times before. Then he gets down to the business at hand.
He parts Tracie's moist cunt lips with his tongue, still barely penetrating, but getting a little firmer in his touch. He takes first one of her outer labia, then the other, between his lips, sucking them into his mouth and Tracie groans with pleasure. The stranger allows one of his hands to wander up to Tracie's right breast and he begins tugging and teasing her nipple. Tracie finds herself straining at the binds that tie her arms, not to push the stranger away, but to cover his hand with hers, encouraging his ministrations to her tingling nipples. She's also moving her hips from side to side, aching to feel the stranger's tongue on her clit.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, Tracie," the stranger says. "You want me to make you cum, don't you? You want me to lick your clit?" When Tracie only moans, he says, "Answer me, Tracie. I can stop now if you'd like. Do you want me to untie you and leave, or do you want me to keep kissing your wet little pussy?"
"Oh, please don't stop," Tracie pleads. "Please, I need to feel your mouth on my clit...please."
This is all the stranger wants to hear and he bends back to Tracie's sweet cunt. He can smell her desire and it's intoxicating to him. He stiffens his tongue and enters her, moving it around and gathering up as much of her juices as he can, then he withdraws from her tight little hole and licks his way up to her clit. He barely makes contact at first, just lightly flicking his tongue back and forth over her swollen clit. As she strains to meet his mouth, he applies a little more pressure, twirling his tongue around the hard little button, then sucking it gently into his mouth. He repeats this sequence a few more times, flicking, swirling and sucking her clit until Tracie is groaning and writhing beneath him. As she gets close to the edge, he spreads her lips apart with his fingers, exposing her clit as much as possible, and rhythmically attacks it with his wet, pointed tongue, back and forth unmercifully until Tracie is screaming and shuddering with her climax.
As her trembling subsides, the stranger gently sets about cleaning Tracie's soaking wet cunt with his tongue. He licks her tenderly, savoring every last drop of her cum. When he's done, he places one final soft kiss on the lips of her pussy, then unties her legs, which are still shaking a bit. As he moves up to untie her wrists, he bends over her and kisses her sweetly on the lips, letting her taste herself. "Thank you, Tracie," he whispers against her ear. "You were so wonderful." With that, he turns and leaves the apartment, turning at the door to smile into Tracie's eyes one last time.
